He assumed that her weakness was a consequence of her time as a captive. Feeling weak and tired didn’t keep her from sexually teasing him almost the...entire trip.Mike could smell the tannery long before they entered town. Seeing the look of disgust on her face, he said, “The wind is in the wrong direction today.”“Tannery?” Erica asked trying to identify the smell.“Yes,” Mike answered.“I heard they stank, but I’ve never smelled one,” Erica said wrinkling her nose. The odor was pretty. At least that's what I was going for. "You think I wake up with sore nipples and a soaking wet pussy every day?" I asked him. "Why do my lips taste like your favorite soda?" He had no idea what to say. He was staring at me with his mouth open, fidgeting, getting erect already. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him. He didn't take any convincing. He made out with me immediately, in the way that inexperienced guys do, battering my tongue around my mouth and trying to jam his tongue. How can I not ask?"There was silence again — just the a/c humming, and the street below."Honey," she said, her voice broken. "After we married, I have vetoed Estelle time and time again. After a while she harassed me day and night, but I was strong. You made me strong, Bruce. Your love did. Your sweet, sweet wonderful love."She reached out in my direction. I just could not look at her. I walked over to the window, my back to her. She started sobbing."Bruce? Please?" Her voice was distant. I. My dress was on and I picked up my handbag to put my bra inside it. No way were my swollen breasts going to fit in my bra cups comfortably just now. I was walking to the door when John ordered me to the bar. Handing me a last drink, he pointed to the stack of bills on the counter. "That's the tip I promised you and this," he said as he reached into his billfold for more money and added it to the stack. To my experienced eye there appeared to be several thousand dollars on the bar counter. "That.